Godless Christianity

There’s a new brand of so-called Christianity in America, one that bears no resemblance to the teachings of Christ. It thrives on cruelty, power, and greed—wrapped in the language of faith but devoid of its core: love. I call it Godless Christianity.

Elon Musk, Donald Trump, and their enablers have weaponized religion, twisting it into a blunt instrument for their culture war. They exploit Christianity not as a faith of compassion but as a tool for division and control. The result?

  • Mothers are dying because GOP lawmakers, emboldened by Trump’s anti-choice crusade, have stripped women of proper abortion and natal care.
  • 70 million people are going hungry because Musk-Trump-style governance prioritizes tax cuts for billionaires over U.S. foreign aid.
  • The elderly and disabled are at risk as Medicaid and Social Security—lifelines for millions—are gutted under GOP economic policies.
  • Allies are pushed away while authoritarians are embraced, shattering the global stability that true Christian ideals of peace and cooperation would seek to uphold.
  • Truth itself is under attack as lies become political strategy, propaganda replaces journalism, and our institutions cower in the face of rising fascism.

This is not Christianity. This is power-hungry nationalism draped in a cheap, tattered religious cloak.

A Christianity Without Christ

Even if you’re not religious, you might have grown up, like me, admiring the radical kindness at the heart of Christ’s teachings. Feed the hungry. Heal the sick. Love thy neighbor. Welcome the stranger. But Musk, Trump, and their movement have discarded these values in favor of a new golden calf: unchecked wealth and cruelty-as-strength.

How did we get here?

Christianity was hijacked. When Trump’s MAGA preachers declared him “God’s chosen one,” they didn’t mean he embodied Christ’s love and humility. They meant he embodied raw, unapologetic power—a false idol in an Armani suit. And Elon Musk, who openly mocks the idea of compassion, has built a techno-libertarian dystopia where empathy is a weakness, and the only virtue is self-interest.

The Nazi Playbook—Revived

This is not a new trick. Hitler also hid behind the cross. He weaponized Christianity to justify atrocities, declaring himself the defender of “true” German faith while turning it into a tool of state power. His version of religion wasn’t about love or moral integrity—it was a smokescreen for hate, violence, and absolute control.

And Musk? Look at the receipts. He gave a Sieg Heil salute at Trump’s inauguration. That wasn’t an accident. That was a signal. A nod to a playbook we’ve seen before—one where religion is stripped of its morality and transformed into a political cudgel for fascism.

But this strategy can only work if we let it.

Stop Bending the Knee to Fascism

We’ve seen too many institutions—the GOP, the media, and major corporations—cave to the rise of fascism in America. They bend the knee for profit, out of fear, or in some misguided belief that they can “ride the storm out.”

  • The GOP has surrendered to authoritarianism, swapping policy for personality cultism.
  • The media amplifies fascist propaganda, treating it as just another “perspective” rather than exposing it as the existential threat it is.
  • Corporations fund the very people dismantling democracy, selling out their own future for short-term gain.

This is cowardice. It is complicity. And it must stop.

Returning to True God-Based Ideals

Whether we follow Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, or simply a moral code rooted in human decency, we have to reclaim the true values of faith.

  • Love over hate. Not the false “love” that hides behind political dog whistles, but the love that actually cares for people’s lives.
  • Compassion over cruelty. If a policy causes suffering, it’s not of God, no matter what a corrupt politician says.
  • Generosity over greed. The billionaires hoarding wealth and cutting aid are the Pharisees of our time. Call them out.
  • Humility over arrogance. No leader is above morality. No political movement is beyond question.
  • Truth over lies. A lie repeated a thousand times is still a lie. Stop letting fascists define reality.
  • Boycott all religious leaders putting politics on the pulpit.

America needs a spiritual renaissance, but not one built on fear and exclusion. It needs a return to the core ethical principles that unite people of all faiths (and even the faithless) in a shared commitment to justice, kindness, and truth.

If we let Musk and Trump redefine what it means to be Christian, then Christianity itself dies—replaced by something hollow, something heartless, something Godless.

And that, my friends, is a reality worth fighting against.

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How 12.12.12 Almost Did Not Happen – Part One

no fear no doubts

If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.Dale Carnegie

By Ken Sheetz

There were at least 10 times on this trip when I thought I was stuck on the road to Antarctica.  The ego is a scared little bunny.  It shouted in my head, “You fool.  Depending on crowd funding for such and expensive trip!  You are going to die a homeless man in a foreign country!”

I didn’t get mad at my ego — egos being no more than organic device to keep us safe and alive when it comes down to it — but it got very noisy in Buenos Aires when I barely had taxi money after an unexpected $160 travel visa.  Again ego became deafening with fear soaked worry in another tight spot where I made the best of it working all night on the web in an Argentina pizza parlor not able to afford a hotel.

The trip was so tight I was constantly meditating to overcome ego fears #1, “You’re going to humiliated calling family for help.  You’ll  never live down not reaching Antarctica by 12.12.12 in the LA and Sedona spirit communities.”

But each time my ego mechanisms flared into protective action it was meditation that put me back in touch with my ET angel guides would calmly reassure me, “When the opposing energies, putting up huge psychic resistance to the change 12.12.12 will help bring about, think you beaten… you will triumph.”

After one meditation when I was stressing over a $2,000 hotel bill for two weeks in Buenos Aires when I was expending more than I was taking in.  This time I was given a spirit guide named Hans.  Hans, a Nazi who in life had fled to Argentina after being part of a failed plot to assassinate Hitler, told me to hold my head high and be positive in the face of fear.

You can hear me channel Hans in this video.  This is one of the first times I have shared channeling of a ghost.

After 2 months on the road filled with 15 hour days of crowd funding,I had finally reached the southern most city in the world, Ushuaia Argentina… on a one-way ticket.  I had beaten all the ego fears and raised $5,000, and a little more in value in barter, totaling $12,000 on the very first crowd funding for a meditation.

A meditation scheme that had angered some for it’s bold intent to shift the negative energy of the long predicted Mayan pole shift of to instead foster a cool change in human consciousness.  One irrational guy on FB accused me of trying to start a cult centered around myself.  I laughed it off: “A cult of one?”  This was a solo meditation after all!

For months I had ignored the call and hung out on the cool Malibu ranch I was doing social media for all through 2012.  The distance, the cold, the cost seemed impossible so I kept trying to do the polar meditation work remotely.  But the guides would tell me repeatedly I must physically be near the energy field on 12.12.12 of the South Pole in Antarctica.  Somehow, also the crowd voting with their contributions was part of the energetic and I was not allowed to just call on some of my wealthy pals to fund this trip.

I remained resistant to spirit running my life.  Stubborn to have my ego in control on my life.  Finally, to get me heading south for Antarctica my guides literally pushed me from a comfy lux assignment in Malibu at Great Spirits Ranch with everything from sinus infections, where I literally became allergic to the ranch, to being punched in the face and threatened with guns by a film shoot visiting the ranch.

So I began the research for travel to Antarctica.  To my shock I found nearly 40,000 tourists visit Antarctica each of our winters, which is their summer, December 21st to March 21st, on expedition cruises.  Pricing was a small fortune, about $11,000 a person on average.  So adding air cost and hotels I was looking at a $20,000 needed!  My total savings in September when the call from the spirit guides became deafening was a negative $350 in my over-drafted checking account.

Ignoring the spirits telling me crowd funding was a key factor in this mission I started calling my film backers from Chicago, but I could not get any interest despite having made now three excellent docs.  Why?  Because despite how cool they are they have not even broken even on cost.  A wildly successful of a real estate broker and builder in Chicago, I have been a creative success but not seen any big money success in film.  So investors never materialized.  I could have saved myself pain and trouble listening to spirit.

Finally, I surrendered and followed my guides advice and built the IndieGoGo and listened to spirit that I needed some final lessons and attunement in Sedona.  Within 5 minutes I had a 3 weeks barter of videos for room lined up with SpiritQuest in Sedona, the number one private retreat company in spirit mecca Sedona.  However, SpiritQuest turned out to be so fascinating to film and another project behind on editing left me little time to do Antarctica crowd funding.  And it showed.  We had raised on $250 in two weeks for Antarctica 12.12.12.

One November day Nick Edwards of Power of Pyramids called and asked if I would be wiling to film in Chichen Itza anywhere from 12.21 to 12.24.  Nick asked me to put aside 12.12.12 Antarctica to be sure to make the filming in Mexico but I flatly refused not wanting more sinus and gun trouble from my guides, who obviously do not kid around in keeping me on track.

Now I had enough to buy a one-way ticket from Sedona to Rio but I hesitated.  I’ve never traveled to South America.  Would I need shots?  Visas?  Crazy to travel without money for the hotels and not to all the way to the port of Ushuaia or to have a boat tickets.  My ego told me this was nuts, “You’ll be left stranded in South America and die of a tropical disease!”  Ego is such a pussy it’s funny.  Then a guide, female voice whispered, literally whispered in my ear as I was having breakfast and dilly dallying in Sedona, “Tarry not on the road to Antarctica.”

After weeks of Sedona tune up and healing from the daily cynicism of my Malibu client and a bad experience with former spirit partner who was only interested in free social media, I was ready to listen to my guides (who are even now telling me to keep sharing the mission  though I am back in LA on fumes).  I was ready to listen to spirit not ego.  So I hopped on the internet instantly and bought the one-way tickets to Rio.  I left Sedona with a lovely send off party by angel channel Terra Senorra.

I stopped though Vegas to fly to Rio, taking a Greyhound bus to my mother’s retirement condo a few days before Thanksgiving.  As I was showing mom the video about the trip to Antarctica my second-hand Apple MacBook pro computer went dead.  I checked the plug and it was shoot.  I did not have the $80 for a new one and Mom lent me the cash.  I tried to decline saying I’d have crowd money by the time I reached Rio but Mom insisted.  Mom is psychic and so I listened and my got the new cord with the help of my cantankerous stepfather.

Later, my grumpy stepfather freaked out driving me to the International airport, ready to drop me in the middle of nowhere.  But I calmly guided him to the departure gate as my mother shot him looks of disgust.  I kept waiting for my brother Fred, a steady supporter of my work, to make a little donation for the road but oddly he was not forthcoming.  Geminis!

And so with $40 in my wallet that my mother had smuggled me, I was off to Rio on a one-way ticket with no money yet for the boat ticket to Antarctica.

But I would not end up in Rio.  The angels had other plans for me.  I did not have a visa for Brazil which you need in advance from an embassy as it turns out.  And Copa Airlines was kind enough after hearing my objective was Antarctica to skip me ahead to Buenos Aires where you still need a visa but can buy it at the airport.  That all seemed wonderful.  I’d just go on the wifi at the airport and raised a little crowd money to pay the visa.  But when I got to the airport in Buenos Aires I was stuck in customs where there is no wifi and given only 3 hours to pay the fee or be deported back to LA!

T0 be continued on How 12.12.12. Almost Did Not Happen Part 2!